#night shift tattoo :0

[allexei]

nicholas galitzine + he/him + cis male – have you seen alexei rakov around los angeles? the twenty five year old is usually jamming to nervous by the neighbourhood. word around the city is that they’re compassionate, yet, they can also be sensitive, but you didn’t hear that from me. they’re currently a veterinary science student and a librarian and are typically seen walking the streets of los angeles with a backpack filled with books. when i think of them, i think of crying over being so stressed about school, dying your hair back and forth as a secret coping mechanism, the playing of multiple instruments but a strong love for the violin and piano. let’s hope the city treats them good!

basic stats ;

⟶ full name: alexei antonis nikos rakov ( first name pronounced ah-lek-say, or click here for pronunciation ) ⟶ nicknames: likes alexei, doesn't like when people try calling him alex, but is too nice to correct anyone who does ⟶ three things he likes: instruments of any kind, summers in greece, books ⟶ three things he dislikes: people who just want sex, slow wifi, the instability he’s felt his whole life ⟶ gender: cis male   ⟶ height: 6 ‘ 0 ⟶ age: 25 ⟶ birthday: february 19, 1998 ⟶ zodiac: pisces sun ( aquarius - pisces cusp, known as the ‘cusp of sensitivity’ ), cancer moon, virgo ascendant   ⟶ right handed or left handed: left handed   ⟶ eye color: hazel, shooting more towards green, shifts depending on the lighting ⟶ hair color: naturally blonde, constantly dyes it from blonde to black and back and forth ⟶ piercings and tattoos: left ear pierced, no tattoos ⟶ languages spoken: russian ( father’s native tongue ), greek ( mother’s native tongue ), spanish and english   ⟶ sexuality / romantic orientation: demisexual / homoromantic  ⟶ place of birth: manchester, england ⟶ last five songs listened to: time by pink floyd, vitamin c by can, für elise by beethoven, méditation from thaïs by massenet, happiness is a warm gun by the beatles ⟶ five aesthetics: the intense feeling of feeling unworthy of being loved by anyone, shirts stained with black hair dye, a soft british accent, a stack of homework, crying over things you have no control over ⟶ character inspo: prince willhelm from young royals, charlie spring from heartstopper, adam groff from sex education ( season 3 adam )

background story ;

✘ alexei was born on a cold night in manchester to nikola ganos and sergei rakov, two twenty year olds who fell in love through music. his mother was a famous piano player ( think maybe like yiruma or ludovico einaudi ) while his father was getting more of a name for himself as a cello player. both classical musicians who fell in love and had alexei, very unexpectedly 

✘ his parents are both really well off. his mother’s side owns one of the the biggest olives and olive oil brands worldwide, originated in greece, while his father’s side owns plenty of alcohol brands ( mostly vodka ) originated in russia but sold all across the world as well. they were young, but they knew their son would be coming into the world very well off financially, planned to give him the perfect childhood, even got married when he was merely five months old

✘ and for the first six years of alexei’s life, that’s what it was. two parents who were devoted to him and wanted to give him the best life possible in england, even though neither one of them were british. but as he went from six to seven, all that love his parents had for each other seemed to dissolve more and more each day. his beautiful early childhood turned into him listening to his parents fighting constantly, and even though he was so young, he couldn’t help but ask himself – where did my parents’ love for each other go?

✘ and if you guessed it, they ended up getting a divorce when he was barely seven, but the thing is… his parents weren’t like normal parents. it wasn’t the typical case of custody with one parent while the other has visiting rights, or even shared custody of 3 days a week here, and four days a week there, or even complete custody of him to just one parent, no, his parents were determined to fight for him until the bitter end

✘ it turned into a game of who alexei liked more, they couldn’t even stand to be in the same room together, and it was really difficult to tell a little kid ‘who do you love more?’ or ‘who do you want to live with more?’ or ‘you have to pick’ or even just his father trying to put him against his mother while his mother did the same thing to him with his father. sometimes, alexei felt like they didn’t even really love him, but just wanted to prove to the other that he could love one or the other more

✘ eventually, they settled for custody in the worst way possible. alexei would live with his mother for six months, then he would live with his father for six months, and maybe this wouldn’t be so awful if they both decided to stay in england, live maybe a city or two away from each other, but no, definitely not. they immediately left his birth place, his mother going back and forth between greece and spain, while his father traveled from canada to russia repeatedly, and well… this is what alexei’s life became

✘ maybe to some people, it might sound ideal. not staying in one place for too long, constantly moving from one city, knowing you wouldn’t be staying there for longer than six months, perhaps to any traveler, this is the dream life, but that certainly wasn’t the case for alexei

✘ this going back and forth put a serious strain in every aspect of his life. he would enroll in a school, make a friend or two, only to be ripped away from that scene for the following six months, halfway across the world, for the same thing to happen to him, over and over again

✘ and the worst part was that his parents didn’t seem to understand that it didn’t make him happy, all the going back and forth. he was unstable, he didn’t even know how to really talk to people at one point, because he knew deep down, that there was no use in trying to make any friends if it would just be taken away from him sooner or later

✘ basically, a loner. he spent most of his childhood to early teenage years dodging conversations, definitely ate his lunch in the bathroom vibes. the only consistency his parents had was their love for music, which, is the one thing that did make alexei happy. he was a virtuoso. from the piano, to the cello, to the bass, even the drums, saxophone and viola, he loved it all, though his true love was in the guitar, piano, and more especially, the violin. he grew a real love for mussic, had multiple instruments at his mother’s and multiple instruments at his father’s, again, the one consistency in his life

✘ while he wasn’t big on singing, he basically had the voice of an angel. could switch from a soft tone to a rather loud one, a male soprano range… truly a gift, tried to break glass to see if it was true and it in fact, wasn’t a myth ( at least in his case ). pretty much any orchestra teacher’s wet dream, a typical band nerd

✘ he also had a huge fascination for books, his favorite genre being sci fi, horror, or a good coming of age, but honestly, he read it all. nothing could fuel him more than a good book

✘ anyways, when he was sixteen, he convinced his parents to enroll him in a boarding school in northern california, very pca from zoey 101 vibes, and they surprisingly agreed since it was neither with his mother nor his father, but a spot in between. for the last two years of high school, he had some type of stability

✘ though, during his senior year, he became the talk of everyone through the most unfortunate event. simply put, alexei met a guy. at this time, he wasn’t even really sure of his sexuality. he knew he wasn’t straight, but he didn’t think it was just that. he felt like there was more depth to what he liked and didn’t like, but this guy managed to charm him. he was good looking and alexei enjoyed the fact that he smelled good. this was his first relationship ever. prior to this, he shared his first kiss when he was fifteen with a random girl near his mother’s house in athens, and simply put, he didn’t like it

✘ this was different though. he enjoyed kissing him, but he didn’t feel like doing anything else but that, and the more the guy insisted they take it further, the less inclined he felt to give him what he wanted. he liked him, but he didn’t feel a genuine bond with him

✘ alexei, however, is a people pleaser. he didn’t want to have sex with him even though at this point, they had been dating for well over two months. he didn’t know why he didn’t want to, he couldn’t pinpoint why having sex was such a weird and touchy subject for him, but basically, he felt, in a way, guilt tripped by this guy. it was the constant questioning of ‘why don’t you like me?’ or ‘what’s wrong with you?’ or even ‘i promise i’ll make it worth your while’ and one day, they both get drunk at a hotel, and even though alexei has been drunk plenty of times before, well, he caves, instantly lives to regret it

✘ the following day, as he’s walking towards his first class, people are whispering about him, not so discreetly pointing, giving him looks, and it takes him a matter of fifteen minutes from getting to his first period before one of his friends sends him a text message with a link attached, much to his horror. the message reads ‘is this you?’ with a link to a video. the video is them having sex the night prior

✘ he had filmed it all and posted without his consent. they were both of age, but it literally made alexei sick to his stomach. for one, he felt really used, as he never gave him permission to record anything, let post what they did, and two, he hated the attention this was getting him. he’s always been one to fly under the radar, and now this was all anyone was talking about, lost count over how many times he’s cried over this

✘ the following months reaching towards graduation are literal hell for him. the video gets to his parents which is quite literally his worst nightmare become a reality. legal action is taken and they thankfully manage to remove the video from the web completely, but the damage has already been done, he’s miserable. worst graduation ever, doesn’t even walk the stage because he’s just so humiliated, and for once in his damn life, he wishes he would have been in that constant moving back and forth life. maybe then, he could’ve ran away from the problem the second it started, sad boy hours, really

✘ after graduation, he gets out of california. for about two years, he just travels. ironic considering it’s something he didn’t like to do when he was younger, but at that point, he just wanted to get away from everything

✘ he’s twenty when he moves back to california. crazy, but even though he has bad memories, it was the one place he felt stable. he permanently moves to los angeles, southern cali, which is far from the school he graduated in, tells himself that here, no one knows what happened. perhaps this is a good thing about being rich, that he never really had to worry about money, it’s just always been there. a paid off apartment, a simple call to his mother or father and bam, money in his account, but truth be told, alexei didn’t want to live off his family’s fortune forever. now that he was stable and had no intentions of moving, he wanted to do something with his life

✘ he’s a really smart guy. shy, quiet, but smart. he changed his major about three times before deciding he wants to be a veterinarian, is studying veterinary science, finished his bachelors and is moving on with his education. he knows he doesn’t have to do anything with himself if he doesn’t want to, he knows he doesn’t need a job as a library assistant, but he wants to make something of himself, without his family’s money. he knows he can do it, it’s just a matter of not giving up

headcanons ;

✘ natural blonde, but constantly dyes his hair black, then switches. dying his hair is almost therapeutic for him, has even gotten buzzcuts during times where he was really depressed, but he prefers longer hair

✘ he has a british accent, literally nicholas galitzine’s voiceclaim. not too strong, but it’s there

✘ speaks russian with his father in absolute shame, my guy is definitely free ukraine all the way, just wants peace and love

✘ because of his past relationship, he has a very difficult time trusting people, loving people, or even allowing people to love him. he’s had sex that one time… that’s about it. the whole idea of love really confuses him. it’s something he wants, but it isn’t something he’s sure he understands, and he hates not understanding things

✘ he has been confused with his sexuality his entire life! he’s always felt like an outcast around other guys his age because they all typically wanted sex, meaningful, meaningless, just a typical guy thing, and that definitely didn’t apply for him. for ages, he thought there was something wrong with him, but it wasn’t until he learned about demisexuality that he finally understood… kind of. he just wants it to be meaningful, wants to have a connection with the person, the idea of meaningless sex and hookups literally makes him super uncomfortable, but it’s what most people seem to want these days. he just wants real love, even though that terrifies him

✘ he doesn't really have a lot of social media, just an instagram that he barely posts on. he's that one user that made a post three years ago and has four posts in total, one of himself, the rest of books, one of food, and some type of landscape... he's this guy, he's a loser honestly, probably has like a hundred followers or something, doesn't care for social media

✘ his favorite things in the world are books, animals, comics, and music. he’s a major nerd, has a passion for literature and music even though this isn’t what he’s pursuing for his career

✘ he doesn’t really tell people his family is wealthy, just doesn’t really think it’s important. in fact, lots of people don’t know much about him. he likes to keep to himself, doesn’t like sharing information, and wants to keep his past in the past

✘ he can drink. call him a typical russian or whatever, but it’s crazy how much he can drink, can practically outdrink anyone, no one believes it but it’s very true, tolerance through the roof, doesn’t even get sick and rarely even gets hungover, but he doesn’t make this an everyday thing

✘ he’s a pescatarian! probably will never become a vegetarian because he loves salmon way too much, loves salmon in every form possible. meat and chicken gross him out and he doesn’t like eggs either, just fish, heavy seafood lover

✘ close friends of his roast him for this, but he’s an olive fanatic as well. greek olives, peruvian olives, spanish olives, any type of olives, he’s obsessed. when he was younger, there was always olives at his house, because of his mother’s company, and he would dead ass eat them out the jar, finish the entire jar in like five minutes, still does that to this day. at his house, you’ll likely find two large jars of olives, minimum, a snack he will never get tired of

✘ his social skills have somewhat gotten better. definitely not the best, but he was horrendous before. thankfully overcame his stutter when he was younger. he’s still really shy, doesn’t like being the center of attention, but he’s getting better… baby steps

✘ what you would call a typical pisces – very sensitive! he doesn’t show this publicly, but if it hurts his feelings, he’ll cry when he gets home. literally the type to cry over sad videos, movies or tv shows, very emotional. pisces sun and cancer moon combo, he’s a literal mess, he feels things a lot, feels things on a whole different level than most people, which makes him a very compassionate and understanding person, definitely a shoulder to cry on, a very loyal friend to have by your side

✘ he forgives a lot. he’ll forgive you time after time after time, but when alexei genuinely gets tired of your shit, you will never hear from him again. he’s very forgiving, but once he says ‘i’m done’ there is no changing his mind. it takes a lot for him to get to this level, but he can only be taken advantage of for so long before he gets sick of it. once you lose him, you lose him for good

✘ he has a bearded dragon named jake long and a beagle named pawl mccartney. he named the bearded dragon after one of his favorite shows as a kid and his pet beagle was named after iconic paul mccartney, of course. jake long is one and pawl is two, alexei adores both of them

✘ loves his parents, but still somewhat holds a grudge over them for his childhood, even though he isn’t one to hold grudges. they definitely messed him up one way or another. even if it wasn’t their intention, being so unstable for so long has kind of permanently scarred him. he has a very hard time getting genuinely close to people, whether it be friendships or romantic relationships, it’s hard for him

✘ super nice guy, but quite literally remembers every bad thing that has happened to him ever. his energy is crying over something that happened when he was a literal child that he had no control of at three in the morning, might as well have the memory of an elephant. he’ll forgive, but he won’t forget, like ‘you remember what you did august 15th, 2016 at 4:57 pm? i do too’ like… isn’t one to hold grudges, but if you thought he forgot, you thought wrong

wanted connections ;

you don’t know that i know: i’d die for this connection, but someone who maybe heard of his sex tape? whether they never tell anyone or act like a little shit about it is utp, but alexei doesn’t know that they know, you know?

you think you can outdrink me?: a muse who thinks they can outdrink him, but they never can, could turn into a whole little competition, could be really funny

classical music lovers: title says it all, two nerds passionate about classical music, bonus if this muse is a fan of his parents or has heard of them

slow love: a poor, unfortunate muse that likes him. they could like how nice and down to earth he is, alexei could even know that they like him, but considering how iffy he is about relationships, well… yeah

all my friends are fake: someone who doesn’t like him because they think his whole nice guy act is fake, or maybe doesn’t like him for whatever other reason

book nerds: a fellow book and comic lover like him, maybe they spend their time in the library being literal nerds

cry baby: another muse who is sensitive like he is, they’re just soft besties and want peace and love, very wholesome friendship

or we can brainstorm!

birthchart ;

[becaexists]

When I turn 18 I'm gonna get silly tattoos to do with every single one of my previous special fixations including undertale so I'm gonna have sans somewhere on my body forever so I can look at it and be like haha funny bone man

[ilikemcdanno]

It’s Steve’s birthday!! And also the celebration @mayberrycryptid is holding!! 🎉🎉🥳 happy Hawaii Five-0 Day

Here’s my 10 fanfic recommendations!! I’m also doing my three favorite episodes. :)

1. Situational awareness, summary: Steve McGarrett has a soulmark from the moment he’s born. He has a mark that his dad covers up when he’s a baby, an ugly black thing in the shape of knuckles splayed across his cheekbone. Danny Williams gets his mark a few months after he’s born. There’s a black smear across the back of his hand and down two fingers and Danny dreams of the day his soulmate will touch him for the first time and set the mark alight with color. Steve McGarrett grows up hating his soulmark, Danny Williams dreams of the day he'll meet his soulmate. Somehow, against all odds, they find each other.

2. The morning after (the night before), summary: If, after you’ve been pining for going on a decade, you turn over in bed and end up nose to nose with the secret object of your affection, it’s no less than perfectly reasonable to yell “eep!” and flail wildly until you topple over the edge of the mattress and land with a loud thump on your back on the floor…. Naked.

3. Returned: one diamond ring, summary: I’ve seen a lot of people coming in and out of my shop over the years. Tourists looking for some souvenir jewelry, distrustful trophy wives wanting to see if their diamonds are real, young kids wanting to buy something nice to impress their girlfriend, eyes shining with nerves as they prepare to pop the question. Every so often, I get someone particularly memorable. A young man so nervous about picking out the right ring he nearly hurled on the display case, a blonde woman so angry when she tried to fence the diamonds off a tennis bracelet her husband had given her only to find out they were fake that she cracked the glass on a case holding earrings, and the tall, dark haired man with the edges of tattoos peeking out from under his sleeves.

4. Forever in paradise, summary: Danny Williams is tired of being stuck in New Jersey while his daughter is 5,000 miles away in Hawaii. When an undercover assignment with Honolulu PD becomes available, he jumps at it, even though he could write a book on how much he hates reality TV… And then he meets Steve.

5. Letting go, summary: He shifted, pressing a kiss against Danny's shoulder. "How did you know?" he managed… Danny didn't need to ask for clarification. "I know you." His hand curled protectively around the back of Steve's head. "The rest is just details." In the wake of Aunt Deb’s funeral, Steve finds some healing.

6. Ho'oponopono, Summary: Groundhog Day AU. Danny finds himself trapped in the same day over and over again.

7. Kill shot, summary: Steve's a mob assassin who just got his latest target - a former New Jersey detective named Daniel Williams. Unsurprisingly, that's when things get complicated.

8. the art of leaving and saying goodbye, Summary: 2007 is the year Danny learns that choice can be the worst kind of heartbreak. AU.

9. Love's a Battlefield (and the Navy Did Not Train Steve for This Shit), Summary: The Kalakaua-Kelly clan are determined to matchmake Steve. Out of desperation, Steve makes up a boyfriend named Danny… It doesn't quite go according to plan.

10. A Beautiful Thing, Summary: Tani catches a private moment between Steve and Danny—and she can't not look.

[dreamcatcherrs]

what catches their eyes/attracts them?; mcyt x reader

+ this is in no way factual information, only my very weird and specific opinions :)

dream:

free-spirited people

someone who isn't afraid to speak their mind

confidence, to a certain extent

someone he can be loud with

someone who will wake up in the middle of the night with him to go on a car drive to nowhere

the colour blue (dnf👀)

clean and fresh-looking clothes

satin fabric

big height difference

the smell of citrus fruits

large smiles

silver jewellery

small hands

smart people who aren't afraid to show it

george:

calm, laid back people

someone quiet, but still able to have a laugh

very friendly vibes - even when first meeting them

the colour blue (literally the only interesting colour he's able to see lol)

bright eyes

lip gloss

flower print

slightly shy people who are actually easy to interact with once you start a conversation with them

pastel-coloured nails, not too long

pink-tinted lips

ponytails

the smell of vanilla

puppy eyes

sapnap:

energetic people

someone who can hype up their friends no matter the situation

the colour red

like, a bloody red

soft skin

full lips

loose shirts over skin-tight tops

when shoelaces have a different colour on each shoe

corsets

a very subtle scent of perfume

thigh highs

someone who just wants to enjoy life with the people they're surrounded by

badboyhalo:

large, bright smiles that spread up to your eyes

freckles

button noses

rose-gold jewellery

french manicures

bangs

slightly shy people

genuinely sweet people

not the fake type that talks shit about people behind their backs and then will compliment them a few seconds after

someone who when they enter a room feels like a breath of fresh air to everyone else

someone completely selfless

the smell of lavender

shiny hair

technoblade:

people who aren't afraid to take the lead

glasses

intellectual people

like, for example people who know a lot of random stuff from a bunch of different things that they're interested in

or also just book smart people

slightly clumsy people (finds it cute)

gold jewellery

someone with some mystery to them

refreshing scents, like clean laundry or shampoo

cat eyes (eyeliner)

wilbur soot:

long legs

chokers

shy people

someone who gets flustered easily

glasses + thin bangs

the colours brown and beige together

baggy, comfy clothes

the smell of newly baked cookies

beanies

the kind of person that makes him feel like he can always talk to them - someone he can feel safe with

birth marks

accents

jschlatt:

smart people

the way they speak is just so clean without even noticing

fox eyes

people who aren't afraid to wear sweatpants in public

generally just someone who isn't afraid to do, say and wear whatever they want

someone who stands for what they think and have the balls to say it when needed

nose rings

simple yet flattering pieces of jewellery

long nails

someone who he can stay up all night with and never get tired of them

high heels

hip dips

corpse husband:

fishnets, of course

someone who give 0 fucks about what everyone else thinks of them

unique people

wether that be physical features or straight up the personality, it draws him in

chokers

chunky, black sneakers or boots

someone who can make him happy without even trying

a positive aura for the most part

as in he doesn't want to be surrounded by someone who’s negative or dragging everyone else down with them

the colour yellow

rings - lots of them

karl jacobs:

a walking ray of sunshine, basically

tbh, karl has a couple of things in common with what corpse is attracted to;

positive energy, uniqueness and rings

a palette filled with bright colours

like, almost rave style colours

that could be clothes, makeup, hair, nails, accessories

chunky, white shoes

selfless people

someone who as each day goes by becomes more charming to him

he likes the smell of candles from bath and body works, as we all know

the colour purple

skeppy:

big eyes

someone who’s able to make him laugh without even trying

tooth gaps

someone who has very playful, innocent vibes to them

and someone who can take jokes and pranks

people who walk confidently

the smell of strawberries

long eyelashes

someone who collects things others usually wouldn’t

someone who is very respectful to others

a mix between really comfy clothes and really feminine clothes

fundy:

someone who comes across as “different” than others

and don't you dare think of ✨I’m not like other girls✨ (I know you did -_-)

he just thinks people who think and act very different than others are very interesting

beauty marks

nicely shaped eyebrows

someone who finds mystical things interesting

fox eyeliner (yes, I put this in here because: furry)

someone who has unusual, yet surprisingly good taste in music

people who are constantly warm

red lips

the colour light brown, almost beige-like

quackity:

someone who gets his humour

someone like him, but more quiet and slightly shy

especially when on screen in front of an audience

sliver necklaces

the smell of flowers

dark, extreme eyeliner

loose clothes

freckles

piercings

someone who teases others and who can handle to be teased by others

the colour dark blue

punz:

the colour grey

a fresh fashion sense

yet still very comfortable fits

messy buns

someone who he just knows will be a cool person before he even talks to them

someone who just has that kinda vibe, y’know?

glossy lips

independent people

someone responsible and caring to others

tattoos

navel piercings

awesamdude:

cropped jackets

the colour neon green

hair put up in a bun

someone with a free nature

someone who is a complete wild card

like, someone who will jump over a fence just to get closer to a bunny they think they saw on the other side of it

loose strands of hair

clear nail polish

cargo pants

the smell of chocolate

slimecicle:

people who have comfort items

someone who knows random facts that no one else usually knows

people who have a unique way of thinking

passionate people

and when they talk about what they’re passionate about, they talk for hours

shorter hair

sweet and nutty scents

natural beauty

fluffy hair

honest people

but not brutally honest

the smell of coconut

eret:

eye glitter/shimmer

silky clothes that shine in the moonlight

platform boots/heels

long, flowy dresses

someone who does whatever they want

and who doesn't like being told what to do by others

the colours pink and dark purple

the smell of the ocean

someone who already knows how to live their life

stretch marks

foolish:

low-cut jeans

someone very silly who knows how to have a good laugh

someone very supportive of their friends

curtain bangs

long-sleeved sweatshirts

someone who loves food

puppy eyes

straight, white teeth

someone who is willing to help others in need

someone who doesn't talk badly about others behind their back

someone who knows what they want

jack manifold:

confidence

white, wide-legged pants

the colour light blue or just pure white

people who are very easy-going and fun to be around

someone who can fit into and understand anyones humour

an open-minded person who likes to hear from other people’s point of views when they have a different opinion than them

butterfly patterns

crop tops

oversized t-shirts

hair beads

tommy:

people who are just as loud as him

and at the same time knows when to be serious

the colours yellow and grey

people who are kind to everyone

creative eyeliner

fluffy hair

people who can get so lost in their own world, they almost forget about their surroundings

colourful accessories

someone who isn't afraid to be who they are

someone who has many passions and loves to talk about them

oversized hoodies

tubbo:

hoodies layered over skirts or dresses

frilly socks

people who are very adventurous, and wants to make their life as interesting as possible!

someone who can help him overcome some of his fears

charm bracelets

cute habits

the colours yellow and orange

dimples

the smell of almond milk and honey

people who twirl their hair unknowingly when bored or unfocused

ranboo:

someone who looks intimidating at first (he thinks people like that are cool as fuck)

but then is, like, the sweetest person he’s ever met

loves someone who can speak fluent sarcasm, just like him

he likes sass

glassy skin

fingerless gloves

people who act cocky for the fun of it

but actually don’t care about winning or losing or proving anything

simplistic earring placements

people who have hidden talents, and the more you get to know them, the more talents are revealed

people who don't gossip

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[chrissygotosleep]

sneak peak of Eddie Munson fic

Summary: Y/N has only been a resident of Hawkins for a couple of months, having moved from her home state of California to get away from an abusive ex-boyfriend. In the summer of 1989 she meets Eddie Munson at the local bar where he bartends and has to overcome her past trauma and trust issues while living her best smutty life with Eddie.

Pairing: fem!reader x Eddie, third person from reader and Eddie’s POV

A/N: I have literally 0 experience writing fanfic, so any constructive criticism is appreciated. Please be gentle with me :) THIS IS JUST A PREVIEW, it is not the full fic. I just wanted to put feelers out to see if I'm any good before I continue! This is just a rough draft!

Warnings: Fluff in the beginning and end with lots of mature content in the middle. Minors DNI! Bit of a slow burn. Reader and Eddie are both in their early 20’s. Idk what else to put for thew preview, if I'm missing anything please let me know.

Untitled, for now

Eddie:

He had been wiping down the bar counter when she walked in.

Eddie was finishing up his shift for the night at the bar he’d been working at since he finally graduated high school. He barely scraped through that so he knew college wasn’t going to do it for him. Instead, Eddie’s Uncle Wayne had a buddy who owned a local bar and got him a job there while he figured his life out. But after his uncle died last year Eddie had been living a life of relative solitude. He did his best to stay busy either working or attending band gigs with Corroded Coffin to avoid coming home to his empty trailer.

At least that was how it was until she came into his bar on a slow Saturday night. Eddie had never seen a woman like her in all his years in Hawkins. The way she dressed, the way she sauntered up to his bar, even the way she talked when she ordered herself a beer. A girl ordering a beer, seriously??

Eddie tried not to stare as he took her money for the drink, but she didn’t make it easy on him. Her breasts barely covered by the top that she wore briefly rested on the bartop as she reached for her drink and he guiltily looked away.

He decided to strike up a conversation with her, it was part of the job after all. Eddie did his best to sound as casual as possible when he asked, “I don’t think I’ve seen you in here before, you new here?”

Reader:

Y/N nervously entered the bar when she first laid his eyes on him.

She knew she was on her own for a while before her friends met her there, but she didn’t care about any of that when she saw the bartender for the first time. He had the kindest, deep brown eyes Y/N had ever seen; she couldn’t help herself from taking in his figure in the old band tee he wore with the sleeves ripped off and sides stretched down almost to his waist.

Y/N didn’t make it a habit to frequent bars and tried to play it cool by ordering the first thing that came to mind.

“Hi, I’ll have a beer, please.” A beer? Gross…” She knew she would be able to order something more to her tastes when Steve got here, he’d know what to order her. Until then she was desperate to appear nonchalant to this beautiful bartender.

As he poured her beer she took the chance to look harder at him without being obvious. Y/N was intrigued by the tattoos scattered on his arms and the long fluffy curls brushing his strong shoulders. She was startled back into reality when he asked her if she was new in town. Really? What a cliché question.

“Kind of, yeah. I moved here a couple months ago but I haven’t been around town too much,” she answered.

“Well, I could have told you that. You don’t exactly fit in,” the bartender said sarcastically with a small smile.

Y/N would have asked why he bothered asking her if he already knew, but she was grateful for his ice-breaking conversation.

“I guess you’re right! But it’s nice to meet you – Y/N,” she introduced herself  and bravely put her hand out to him. “Y/N! It’s even nicer to meet you, I’m Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

He put his warm hand into hers for a friendly shake, and it felt like a jolt of electricity went right through her. Eddie’s touch was doing something to her, and Y/N couldn’t help but to wonder how his hands would feel on other parts of her body. He quickly withdrew his hand, as though he felt the shock, too. Oh God, can he read my mind??

[sluttyten]

hey there, been a fan of your work for just over a year now :) i saw the post about taeyong and yuta requests, so i was wondering if i could request a smutty drabble with sub!yuta tattoo appreciation :0

cw: sub!yuta, light degradation/humiliation

Yuta was still in bed when you got home from working your opening shift. His arms are draped over his face probably in an attempt to block out the sunlight pouring through the uncovered window. He groans a little at the sound of your bag hitting the floor, your jacket and then the rest of your clothes following.

"I'm home," you coo, crawling into the bed, sliding over him. "Are you going to stay in bed all day?"

It's shortly after noon, one of the perks of your barista job being that if you open, you're done by midday. Plenty of opportunities to surprise your sweet boyfriend with a wakeup call, which you never have time to do before work.

Yuta whines, not moving his arms.

Last night, he'd come knocking on your door around midnight, a loose smile painted there by the drinks he'd had at dinner with his groupmates. "I'm not drunk, ma'am," he'd grinned as you let him inside. You'd been in your pajamas, several hours into your sleep when the sound of his knocking had woken you.

You wanted to be annoyed that he'd woken you, but you couldn't be. Not when he kissed you sweetly, not when he started whispering apologies as he trailed you back to bed, and definitely not when he had to have your help peeling his shirt over his head. You'd watched him kick away the rest of his clothes, and then he'd snuggled in on the other side of your bed, tugging against his chest the extra pillow you always kept there for him.

Clearly, he's still feeling the drinks from last night.

"Baby, wake up for me." You put on a gentle tone, reaching for his arms. You don't try to pull them away, you just tease your fingers over his biceps, bring them down to his chest. Yuta makes soft, pleased sounds at the light feel of your fingers passing up and down his chest, and the sound turns into a quiet moan when your fingers trail over his nipples, down the sides of his chest to tickle barely over his ribs.

He shifts, but doesn't move his arms away even when you softly coo "baby" again.

Yuta gets like this sometimes, usually after he's been drinking, when his defenses are already down. That's when he's his most vulnerable with you, when he lets his submissive side out to play.

He squirms beneath you, and you slide lower on his body, bringing your hands trailing down over his ribs, across his belly. His hips rolls up when you draw your finger around his navel. And you hear him gasp, the sound muffled somewhat inside the cage of his arms, when you tug ever-so-lightly on his navel piercing.

Still, lower you bring your fingers.

At some point since you left this morning, he'd discarded the rest of his clothes. Because when you reach his tattoo on his hip, you find that there's no sight of his underwear, and when you drag the sheet covering him lower, his half-hard cock is there waiting for you.

"Did you get hot?" You ask, teasing your fingers in an outline around his feather tattoo. "Or horny?"

Yuta just rolls his hips up in reply.

Fine, if he doesn't want to answer, then you won't give him what he wants. You'll ignore his cute penis. You'll focus on his tattoos because you adore them. You've always liked studying them when you've got him like this, all laid out bare and open for you.

He continues growing harder as you touch his tattoo low on his hip, as you lower your head to kiss at his belly, to trace your tongue over the butterfly. He makes soft noises as you touch his abdomen, sliding your hands around his tiny waist.

"Was dreaming about you," Yuta finally says after several unbearably long moments of you ignoring his growing erection. "I woke up and you were gone, but I'd been having such a good dream."

You hum, now moving your mouth higher, bringing your lips over his ribs. You hear the sound of Yuta's arms at last moving away from over his face.

"I didn't touch myself though. I knew you wouldn't want me to touch without you here."

He's right about that.

Yuta only makes a surprised sound when you're suddenly right there before his face, when you're suddenly kissing him. His next moan comes when you sit down over his cute (and now fully erect) dick, trapping it between your underwear and his abdomen.

You like teasing him like this, humping him and not letting him inside you.

"I was thinking about you too earlier," you murmur against his lips. Yuta hums in response. "I was on my break, scrolling through my photos and messages, and I saw that thread of photos you sent me last week, baby."

Yuta bucks his hips up against you, and you sit down more firmly over his dick, but you start moving. Just slow rocking motions of your hips, grinding yourself over him without really giving him what he wants.

"Remember that, Yuta, baby? The photos and the video you sent me?" You kiss him softly, tugging his bottom lip gently into your mouth. And then you say, "The way you humped your pillow and told me that you wished it was me, that you had my fingers or my big cock in you."

It's not always that you top Yuta, but sometimes he just really gets in the mood to have his ass filled with fingers, a toy, a cock. You can still remember back when you first started hooking up, when it was a casual non-exclusive thing before emotions got involved, he once sent you a video of him getting fucked by another guy. The tattoos on the other man's hips had confused you, making you think it was Yuta doing the fucking and not the other way around.

But after that you'd realized that he liked to bottom too sometimes, that he could bottom, could be submissive. You just had to treat him right, give him the time and the safe space to be vulnerable with you like that.

And you definitely have given him that multiple times. Once this relationship became exclusive, he really opened up to you, letting you dom him, top him sometimes.

So, that thread of photos and the video you'd rediscovered earlier today had awoken the desire in you to watch your boyfriend cum like he had in that video for you.

"Your little dick came so much in the video." You roll your hips down against his erection. "It was so cute."

Yuta moans, drawing his arms up over his head, twisting his fingers in the pillowcase. "Not cute. I'm big."

"Sure, baby." You kiss him reassuringly on the lips one last time before you sit up. "But my dildo is bigger. Maybe I should have you hump your pillow again, and since my dildo fills me so much better than your little penis, I'll just ride it while I watch you."

Yuta's cheeks grow pink as you degrade him, continuing to grind down on his length. His size is honestly perfect, but once you'd discovered that he had a slight complex about it (despite it being a good, average size in reality) as well as having a thing for receiving humiliation and degradation in small doses, you'd eaten it up.

You truly have been thinking about Yuta all day, ever since your break, your imagination had been wandering to this exact moment, humping your boyfriend until you get him to cum. It won't be long, and you know it. He never lasts long when you start teasing him.

Yuta moans, lifting his hips up, trying to fuck you even though your underwear are still in the way. He rocks his hips, chasing the feeling that grows in his belly. You know he's close, that he just needs a little more to push him over the edge.

Your fingers brush down his body, lingering over his tattoos he's so proud of. "Remember the time you told me you got hard while getting tattooed?" It had been an unexpected side effect of his minor pain kink. "I bet the artist didn't even notice, baby. But maybe next time, he will. Maybe he'll notice your little cock getting hard in the front of your tight pants from the pain. Wouldn't that be embarrassing, Yuta? Him seeing how little you are, how pathetic you are for getting off on getting a tattoo?"

Yuta whines, and you move faster over his cock, grinding perfectly back and forth along his length, still talking, trying to hit his sweet spot with the degradation and the extra sweetness of humiliation.

"He'd probably ask how you please me with such a small little toy like that." You slide your hands up Yuta's chest, and you swivel your hips down on his dick, right as you say, "And I'd just have to tell him, you're my little cock to play with."

And just like that, Yuta gasps and moans, his orgasm hitting.

His cum splatters across his abdomen, shooting up his belly, over his cute belly button piercing, touching on the butterfly tattoo, some of it pooling down over the feather and birds on his hip.

Yuta's chest rises and falls rapidly with each breath. His fingers tighten in the pillowcase beneath his head.

You spread your fingers across his chest, quickly tweaking both of his nipples between your pointer finger and thumb. He moans and you feel his dick twitch beneath you.

"How cute," you coo, leaning down to drop a kiss to his chest. "Maybe you should get these pierced too." You scatter kisses lower and lower, until your tongue tastes the first streak of cum. Yuta moans softly at the feeling of your tongue flat against his skin, cleaning him up, clearing away his cum from his tattoos, sucking gently at his navel piercing, and when your mouth at last sinks over his cock, you swear his heart stops beating for a moment judging by the sound he makes.

He didn't cum in your bed without you here, you think he definitely deserves a sweet treat for that, and you've got the whole rest of the day to reward him.

[endeaavorr]

bokuto headcanons (random)

SFW

he really treasures the tadaima and okaeri culture, it feels domestic.

one time you were still in the shower when he came home so he’d look around the entire apartment with a deflated hair and a pout going ‘tadaima.. y/n ? taadaaiimaa..y/n?’

when you got out still with a towel on your neck for your damp hair you’re welcomed with the sight of him slumping down on the sofa with a pout so sad you almost thought he cried fr.

gets really whiny when this happens.. bear hugs and dramatic whines and fake cries lmao.

def begged you to bathe him that night.

can u imagine just the two of you hugging in the bathtub, his giant figure slouched to yours while you pet his hair and he mumbles a load of i miss yous.

why tf is he not in my arms rn i need a moment i—

really likes soft soup-ey food like a hot curry but you cook the rice inside the curry for a moment so it has a texture of a semi-porridge.

hm i contemplated a bit with this but yes he def has your initial tattooed on the inner left side of his left ring finger.

bcs athletes can’t wear jewelries in the court including wedding rings as it might hurt them.

yes he’s a soft boy but he can be a cocky jock kinda guy too.

remember that scene in S4 where he enters the court like a king and throws his jacket and akaashi catches it ? yeah.

soft bokuto + cocky bastard bokuto are the same guy.

oh if you’re wondering why the left ring finger it’s bcs the vein of a left ring finger directly links to his heart.

one time the ice cream guy accidentally messed up your order and put a mint choco ice cream in your cookies and cream milkshake..

bo can tell you didn’t have the heart to tell them to remake it so he switched his thankfully proper milkshake with yours.

and he didn’t even flinch.

you legit almost cried out of love tbh.

NSFW

hm despite his monster stamina he falls asleep first after.

especially when he just got home from an overseas game.

he’d look at you with half lidded eyes and small pants before falling asleep.

you despite having 0 strength left forces yourself to stay awake for a while to just look at his face.

if you can move your arm you’d caress the side of his hair and the small undercut on his upper nape.

when you composed yourself a bit you’d shift closer and pull the covers over the two of you while your arm hangs loose on his body.

i might cry ngl.

[gang-nim]

BASICS

FULL NAME: KIM GANG-NIM [ 김강림 ]

» MEANING: Kim [is written as 김 (gim) in both North and South Korea. The hanja for Kim, 金, can also be transliterated as 금 (geum) which means "gold, metal, iron".]; Gang-nim [강림 (hanja 降臨). descent of a god from heaven to earth.]

NICKNAME: He was called the terror in his days as a human and for good reasons. His mother, when she was alive, fondly called him Nim-nim when he was very little. That didn’t stick because his father never allowed it. He’s just known for his first name to this day.

AGE: 33-years old in appearance, 425-years old.

DATE OF BIRTH: 1597 November 21, Friday. He was born during the time of conflicts within the dynasty - power struggle and also Japan invasion later on.

PLACE OF BIRTH: Hanyang.

OCCUPATION: Essentially, he’s a bodyguard, but the body he’s guarding has no idea....

RELIGION: N/A

ORIENTATION: Heterosexual.........

GENDER: Cisgender Male.

VERSES: The Meaning of Forever; Night Shift

SPECIES: Human but with supernatural powers.

POWERS: As part of his curse, demon seals appeared on his forearms [ think of Constantine in the film but very different in design, tba] that allows him to access some divine power to exorcise demons/dark spirits, in protection of Namu, mostly. The energy absorb by the seals in his arm is then consumed by his body in the most torturous ways, again, as part of his curse. He did develop superhuman ability in terms of strength and immortality. He does get physically injured when in a fight or in an accident but he heals over-time and faster than a mortal.

PERSONALITY

STRENGTHS: Loyal, Powerful, Brave, Resourceful, Passionate.

WEAKNESSES: Violent, Distrusting, Obsessive, Manipulative, Jealous.

APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Lee Soo-hyuk.

HEIGHT: 6′0″ [183 cm.]

WEIGHT: 149 lbs. [68 kg.]

BUILD: Athletic; Gang-nim was very much into sports. He rode horses, hunted, and shot bows and arrows. He’s also a martial artist. 

GAIT: Confident.

HAIR COLOR: Dark brown.

EYE COLOR: Dark brown.

BIRTHMARK: Some.

OVERVIEW:

» SCARS: Various from accidents and battle. He has a distinctive scar on his left upper arm from an accident back when he was 19 during a hunting game. An arrow grazed him and cut through his attire. It was reported that it wasn’t an accident but actually an attempt on his life since his father who was part of the state council fighting for power within the palace. 

» TATTOOS: Demon seals as part of his curse.

BACKGROUND [ TRIGGER WARNING; SEXUAL AND PHYSICAL ABUSE; SUICIDE ]

HOMETOWN: Hanyang then now Seoul in South Korea.

RESIDENCES: He has a permanent residence in Seoul and various homes in all parts of the world as he travels to find Namu...

NATIONALITY: South Korean.

ETHNICITY: Asian.

FINANCIAL STATUS: Gang-nim was born into a prestigious Kim clan from the Joseon Dynasty and always had wealth. His family owns lands and later on businesses which to a degree, he still access to. He always had a fund put away by his father since he was little that grew in time as he learned to navigate the changing world around him. He put his money into stocks and other businesses his clan owns.

EDUCATION LEVEL: Coming from a rich family, Gang-nim was well-educated during his time. Throughout the many years, he’d taken interest in various subjects and took classes but mostly studied on his own.

DEGREES: In today’s equivalent, he would had a degree in law and he was also interested in the sciences.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Gang-nim speaks with an accent. Through the years he learned various languages including Nihonggo, Mandarin, some Cantonese, various dialects, English, French, German. His mother tongue is Hangul. He was educated to read and write in Hanja which was favored by the scholarly elite during the early days. Later on, he adapted Hangul as well.

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Song Ji-yeong [ mother, d.]; Kim Dong-geun [ father, d.]

SIBLINGS: None legally, but it was reported that Kim Dong-geun had several illegitimate children.

CHILDREN: Gang-nim did father a couple of offspring but the account was that they were also punished because of Gang-nim’s sins. They unfortunately did not survive birth.

PETS: None.

SIGNIFICANT RELATIONSHIPS: Gang-nim entered an arrange marriage with a young woman named Na-mu, age 16 when he turned 20 at his father’s command. The marriage was unhappy and abusive on Gang-nim’s part. He had many affairs and mistresses that caused Na-mu great pain and embarrassment. Unbeknownst to Gang-nim, his young wife truly cared for him. The affection and attention was not reciprocated and Gang-nim continued to do as he pleased. After her second miscarrige, Na-mu went back to her family against everyone’s advice but Gang-nim did not care. Eventually, Na-mu passed and many claimed that she took her own life but the truth was that she passed due to a broken heart and health complications... Na-mu’s family was a clan of shamans who put a curse onto Gang-nim after their daughter’s death. Gang-nim is to roam the earth to search for Na-mu each time her soul returns to take over a new body and life. Gang-nim was to protect Na-mu from all the evils and darkness of the world but he could never have her or any other person for that matter. Gang-nim is to live an immortal life of sadness and pain.

» TBA.

FAMILY HISTORY: Gang-nim was born into a noble clan of Kims in Hanyang. He didn’t grow up with a mother although he’d said plenty of times that he remembers her though she passed when he was two years old. A lot of accounts claimed that Gang-nim’s mother was abused by his father and that she died of a broken mind and heart leaving her only child behind. Gang-nim never had a good relationship with his father whom treated Gang-nim as extension of his property than his own flesh and blood. Gang-nim’s father also had many affairs and did not care if his son witnessed any of them. 

ROMANTIC HISTORY: Gang-nim married a young woman from another noble family named Na-mu but the relationship was never happy. It resulted in two pregnancies that never survive. His abusive behavior resulted to Na-mu’s demise and her family took revenge and cursed Gang-him. Na-mu returned a few times in various status in life in various parts of the world through the years. Na-mu recently returned as a young Japanese man living in the United States...

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS: Gang-nim often met Abe during his travels...

THOUGHTS ON LOVE: None.

HEALTH

PHOBIA(S): He will not admit to anything although he feared life every passing day and living it while everyone leaves him behind.

HANDICAP(S): None.

MENTAL DISORDER: He - can be nuts. But undiagnosed, my man has depression and anxiety and alcoholism. 

PHYSICAL DISEASE(S): If he had any coz he was a man whore, they’ve been erased by the curse... I guess?

PREDISPOSITION(S): N/A

[itshclly]

✦ DANIELLE CAMPBELL, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER ✦ HOLLY SAWYER the TWENTY FIVE year old has been in Hidehill for HER ENTIRE LIFE and was a FORMER STUDENT to Miyeon Kang, the murder victim. Whispers on the streets are that the NURSE who lives in HIDE SQUARE are said to be CARING and STUBBORN but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves.

hey there !!   it’s alex here with this mess of an intro but i’ll try to put out as much info as i can so that we can hopefully get straight into plotting & starting threads !!   that being said , i am sooo down to plot about anything sooo if you’re wondering if i’d be down for something ??   the answer is 99.9% yes .   if it doesn’t work out i’ll always try to offer something else SO PLS come message me or lmk if you’re interested in plotting by leaving a like and i’ll come to you .   i’m also always available on d.scord !!

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒

NAME : holly sawyer AGE :  twenty-five PRONOUNS :  she/her SEXUALITY : heterosexual PROFESSION : nurse HAIR COLOR : brunette EYE COLOR :  blue TATTOOS  /  SCARS : none BODY :  petite  ,  lean    SIGN :  libra PET : none

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

holly sawyer was pretty much born and raised in hidehill .   her family had been here from pretty much since the town was established and ever since relied heavily on farming .   living in hagfield on a big farmhouse, carrie and colt sawyer had two other children before holly was born and two more siblings would follow after her .

growing up as the very middle child of a big family among large fields to wander off to , animals to tend to and getting to experience the farm life her whole childhood , holly had decided early on in her life that this was not something she wanted to do in the future .   while her older siblings had been set to run the farm with their parents and take over once they would retire , holly was sure to seek something else . 

as she grew older , she grew to become a social , fun-loving person who liked to stick to her friends and always be down to some harmless adventure .  in high school , she met her ex ( connor ) who she had dated for six months before they got together for the first time and two weeks after that , she was dumped with not much of an explanation which broke her heart .

after that break-up she grew a little closed-off for a good while .   she found it hard to trust people , especially men and didn’t date at all for a few years after that and the few times she did , things didn’t quite work out and she’d been single for a good while now .

after graduation , she trained to become a nurse as she knew she wanted to help people for a living .   it’s tiresome and especially with what happened to her former teacher as well as the recent events ,  it’s safe to say that she’d been on edge about her night shifts as she has left the family farmhouse as soon as she got a job at the hospital and has since been living alone at hide square . 

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒  

positive  traits : loyal , caring , friendly , smart , resourceful

negative  traits :  impatient , indecisive , stubborn , curious

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒  /  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

best friend : a ride or die , someone she trusts with her life .  could either be that they have known each other for pretty much all their lives ( she was born and raised here ) or  they have met later on but built such a connection that holly wouldn’t think twice before putting herself on the line for the other .  ( 0 / 1-2 )

good friends :  maybe they’re all different kinds of people , maybe they stick together as  a clique of similar people but one thing’s for sure ,  holly loves them all and considers them her people .  they do almost everything together and always have each other’s backs .  ( 0  /  4 )

enemy-ish? : this one’s a little stubborn , a little bit of impulsive sometimes and having lived here all her life she is bound to have some negative connections.  doesn’t even have to be something dramatic , some people simply wouldn’t like each other and that’s okay!   could also be a frenemy situation or something that would later bloom into a friendship even !  after all we all love some enemies to friends story , right ?  ( 0 / 1 )

exes - ish ? : so like i just said in her bio , she had a few people to date before so your character could be one of those .   was it something kind of serious before they broke things off ?   did they just go on a few dates and that was all for some reason ?  anything goes !

other than that honestly she pretty much needs anything ?  lmk if you have any ideas or we can just brainstorm together !!

[elliotxcross]

𝐄𝐋𝐈 𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒

Dr. Eli Edwards is a Bradford Springs local who’s been gone for more or less 21 years. He’s returned on the heels of a family death and is just trying to do his best and keep his head above water. He’s a bit arrogant but can be very engaging with most, albeit he is rather reticent when it comes to talking about recent losses. Eli is a surgeon by trade and an avid runner. He’s been back in town since June 2022 and is doing his best to make Bradford Springs feel like home again.

BASICS.

full name: Eli Edwards 

gender & pronouns: Cis Man & He/Him

age & date of birth: 39, March 22, 1983 (Aries)

where do they live: Northside

time living in bradford springs: local recently returned after 21 years away

occupation: trauma surgeon

positive traits: assertive, discerning, engaging, intelligent, responsible 

negative traits: arrogant, condescending, competitive, reticent

face claim: Michiel Huisman

orientation: heterosexual 

BRIEF HISTORY. FULL BIO HERE.

(tw: car crash, manslaughter) 

Oldest of the three Edwards boys, he was also the highest achieving. Think golden child, academically inclined, musically gifted and athletically skilled. Definitely the responsible one, he kept his little bros in line but was still close to them.

When he got older, he began to think of leaving Colorado for college and ended up going to New York where he got his medical degree from Columbia and began practicing there. Eventually, he was an adjunct at NYU as well.

Over the years, his relationship to his younger brother improved while he and his middle brother didn’t stay as close. But Eli started to come home more on holidays and felt a shift in their family dynamic overall, closer to how they’d been when he was growing up. 

In 2016, his parents were in a fatal car accident and Eli was tasked with getting everything in order as the de facto head of house now. 

He went back to NY after everything was in order and was there for six more years until this summer when his little brother, Noah, was in a fatal accident that brought him home for good. Noah had had a kid, so now Eli has a niece/nephew in town and his middle brother is in Bradford now too. 

So he’s been back since June 2022 and has been trying to keep his head above water, while appearing to be perfectly put together.

HEADCANONS.

An avid marathon runner, he’s finished top twenty in the New York City Marathon four years in a row. 

Goes to bed at 9pm most nights and gets up at 4:30am to run. 

Quite the movie connoisseur but don’t let that fool you – he says he loves Wes Anderson but has fallen asleep multiple times watching. And he can tell you all about Marvel’s latest movies which he claims to have been coerced into seeing by friends.

Quite a talented pianist, years of diligent practice ingrained in him early on.

Has a tattoo over his heart, one by his ankle and the other on his ribcage. All designs TBD.

Loved it when his brother would visit him in New York with niece/nephew.

He is a coffee and tea addict.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

Middle Edwards Brother  (0/1): They were never as close to Eli as Eli was to their younger brother. They probably weren’t as high-achieving as Eli was growing up either or even now, professionally. They weren’t around when their little brother, Noah, passed, and Eli likely resents him for it but hasn’t commented on it lately. Whereas Eli is icy calm in the face of their losses, this brother is likely hot-headed and a bit like wildfire in comparison. 

Childhood Friends (0/?): People who grew up with Eli and the Edwards family, those who would’ve shown up to the different funerals over the years.

Best friend (0/2): The two people who he’s kept in contact with over the years, despite moving away. The people who know how much he’s struggling and are there to support him without pushing him to talk about it. 

New York Friends (0/?): Those he met in the city over the years since he went to college there and was there until recently

Academic Enemy (0/1): The person who gave Eli a run for his money in school. They probably traded class positions every semester, one of them being number one to the other’s number two. Maybe they became friends in later years or maybe they’ve always gotten on each other’s nerves and still do.

Flings (0/4): Eli hasn’t really been one for very committed relationships, at least not in Bradford. These flings would’ve happened when he was visiting home over the years, likely around the holidays. No strings attached – just a fun distraction for the both of them. 

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#happy tag - 53 posts

#destiel - 46 posts

#the witcher - 37 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Me watching the Batman: *turn away for a second to check on the cat that's being real sneaky like*

Police Captain: *starts talking*

Me: *swings around almost hard enough to give myself whiplash* IS THAT IZZY HANDS?!!!!

Police Captain: *is Con O'Neill*

Me: it IS Izzy Hands!!!

Cat: *runs and hides from insane parent screaming about Izzy Hands*

12 notes - Posted April 20, 2022

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Looking for more Witcher blogs for me and my bestie @coffeebox62 to follow. I know I follow several of y'all and want to rec you to bestie but my brain doesn't retain blog names to share and I'm awful at tagging tbh. So if you post/reblog Witcher content please interact with this post. Thanks a bunch!

16 notes - Posted January 4, 2022

#3

I didn't have time to post Friday for the week's fics. Life happened but here we are! Hope you enjoy!

Day 15 – Smoke – Rated T – Sam and Dean retire from hunting and live their best versions of lives that work for them. Destiel and Salieen, Canon Divergence 

Day 16 – Red – Rated E – Serial killer boyfriends. Destiel AU

Day 17 – Muse – Rated T – Cas has performed as Jimmy Novak for years. The last few years have been rough and he hasn't been able to write any new music. To loosen up some, his friends take him out for a fun night. From that night forward he started to write as he'd never done before. Destiel AU

Day 18 – Tattoos – Rated T – Werewolf Dean hadn’t told Cas that he was a shapeshifter. Dean is forced to shift and Cas finds him. Destiel AU

Day 19 – Ladies – Rated G – Ladies night with a little extra. No ship, SPN ladies AU

Day 20 – Spa Day – Rated T – Eileen and Rowena set up a spa day for Cas with ulterior motives. Destiel Canon Divergence 

Day 21 – Haunted – Rated M – Dean remembered lost. Then the one day he had finally decided he'd had enough, the man he loved was back. Destiel Canon Divergence

Day 22 – Rain, Rain – Rated G - Kid Jack shows up on their doorstep. Destiel Canon Divergence

Day 23 – Sleepless Nights – Rated T – Dean and Cas welcome new additions to their family. Destiel Canon Divergence (I had accidentally tagged this as mcd, so if you skipped this I PROMISE it isn't mcd. that was my bad when I posted from my phone.)

Day 24- Fish – Rated T – Sam and Jack are up to no good but it has a happy ending. Destiel AU

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18 notes - Posted October 26, 2022

#2

Week two coming at you!

Day 8 – Sober – Rated M - Cas was gone and Dean found himself at the bottom of too many bottles. He knew that he couldn't get the love of his life back if he didn't have a clear head. He'd do whatever it took to get him back. Destiel Canon Divergence

Day 9 – Vintage – Rated G – Cas explodes an ATM b/c it didn’t work properly. Destiel Canon Divergence 

Day 10 – Enchanted – Rated M – Dean buys an antique mirror at a flea market and gets more than he bargained for. Destiel AU

Day 11 – Drag – Rated M – Dean gets caught during a body dump. He is not a very good liar but Cas doesn't care. Two serial killers in the same area and Cas is just trying to protect his territory. Destiel AU Murder Boyfriends

Day 12 – Crossover – Rated T – Cas comes home one day and things are moved around. He checks his wards. They're all still in place. Over the next few days, things are moved, the TV randomly turns on, music plays out of nowhere, and the pie keeps getting removed from the fridge to the counter. Cas reinforces his warding. Then one day there is a man he doesn't know standing in the middle of his living room and he isn't quite corporal. Destiel AU

Day 13 – Morning After – Rated T – Sam wakes up not sure what the previous night after a huge hunt had held. Saileen Canon Divergence 

Day 14 – All for You – Rated M – Dean sees a flyer for an art project that paid $200 a day. Some doctorate student was in need of help with a project. He hoped that whoever Castiel was actually planned to pay. Destiel AU

Here is the series to stay up to date.

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19 notes - Posted October 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hey y'all! Back at it again this year. Here's the first week of fics!

Day 1 Maze/Maize – Rated T – Dean cooks Cas’ favorite foods. Destiel AU

Day 2 Pillow Talk – Not Rated – Aftercare. Destiel AU

Day 3 Digital – E – Dean is in heat and Cas is in another country. Destiel AU

Day 4 Wicked – T – Cas practices darker magic and the gov't doesn't like it. They do more than necessary inspections on his facility. Dean is being punished and gets assigned to difficult cases. Destiel AU

Day 5 A Perfect Disaster – M – Stubborn Dean didn't evacuate when he was told to. Luckily Cas has a safe house nearby. Destiel AU

Day 6 Parody – T – Dean had moved away as soon as he could from his abusive father. It doesn't mean he doesn't still end up dealing with bigoted assholes. Destiel AU

Day 7 Fine Wine – M – Dean and Cas had gone to high school together and occasionally ran in the same circles. It'd been over 20 years since they'd seen each other. They reconnect at a work event. Destiel AU

For some reason it's been all Destiel so far🤷🏾‍♀️. Was not the initial plan. We'll see how the rest of the month goes. Here is the series to stay up to date.

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28 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

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[yeojaa]

“i love you.”  read:  6:45 pm.

drabble inspired by this post that @hobi-gif​​ tagged me in.  i'm a sucker for misunderstandings, y'know?  also, this is unedited and not proofread.  xoxo

pairing.  jjk x f!reader.  rating.  general.  tags.  a bit of dumb angst due to misunderstandings, some fluff to make up for it, mentions of drinking/alcohol, idiots in love. idk.  wc.  1.9k.

“So, you’re shooting bourbon at 7:30 on a Wednesday why, exactly?”

How Yoongi manages to keep the judgment out of his voice, you’ll never know.  Maybe it’s a bartender thing - some skill you acquire over time, like an achievement in a video game. 

Charisma:  +30 Listening:  +20 Interest:  0

“Because he replied ‘hella’ when I told him I was in love with him.”  You think if it weren’t so funny (and embarrassing and bruising to your ego), you’d have a hard time repeating it.  Instead, it cuts off the edge of your teeth in a melodramatic wail and you knock back your fourth shot in not very long at all. It burns on the way down, igniting your insides in a very different way than you’d like. 

Luckily, the bar is packed - it’s freshman night! - and your cry is lost in the crowd, eaten up by the awful din that seems to only exist in college bars.  It’s only you and your favourite bartender that hear it and for that you’re grateful. 

“You’re not serious.”  From the look on his face, you know he believes you.  Has to, because he knows the culprit behind your heartache. 

“Do I look like I’m joking?”  You deadpan before waving your liquor-laden wrist in a lazy circle.  “Another, bar wench!” 

It’s not that funny but between the alcohol that’s buzzing in your veins and lighting you up like a goddamn Christmas log to the humiliation that’s burning its way through all your sensibilities— well, you can’t help it.  

You’ve always resorted to humour when you were hurting. 

“I think you should slow down.”  He means well - you can see it in the narrowing of his eyes, the way his mouth tilts just enough to make you feel like a kid in front of the principal - but you don’t want well.  You want more.  Need it.

For a split second, you feel a wave of emotion.  It crests and threatens to swallow you whole, dragging you seven thousand miles beneath your own misery.

You swallow it down as best you can, tasting salt water and the sea when you tug a rough hand through your hair.  It aches a little where your rings catch, threading silver through silk.  “Yoongi, c’mon.”  You ignore the way his name slurs out of your mouth, trapped between wet lips that don’t quite move like they should.  “I’m fine.  Please.”  The desperate edge to your plea tells him enough - that you’re well on your way to having too good of a night, inebriation playing at the sidelines of your vision.  You play it off and shift in your seat, sneakered feet kicking this way and that to right yourself.

To his trained eye, you’re about two minutes from slipping backwards off the worn leather stool.

“Can I call someone at least?”  He’s meeting you halfway, begrudging and a little worried. 

“I’m fine!”  It shoots off your tongue, a rocket to the moon.  You don’t want to come down.

He sighs once, a sharp inhale of breath through his nose.  He’s got that look on his face - the one that tells you you’re going to owe him one.  You think that might be better than returning to your dorm, empty-handed and heavy hearted.  

“Please?”  

Amber liquid finds itself in your shot glass again and you’re quick to snatch it up, worried that Yoongi might dump it the moment he has a chance to consider how he’s indulging you.  You swallow it greedily, as if it isn’t pooling uncomfortable heat everywhere it hits - down your throat and around the sides of your mouth.

“Take it easy,”  comes a voice - an achingly, devastatingly familiar voice - to your left.  It steals your breath - tugs it out of your lungs in the same instant your heart heaves out of your chest.

Jeon Jungkook’s grinning that megawatt smile at you, dimples on full display.  His hair’s a little damp and more than a little messed up, sweeping across his forehead in that way that makes you want to run your fingers through it.  Shoulders are swathed in soft cotton and plaid, the navy blue and grey pattern a stark contrast to the blinding white of his tee shirt.  

He looks so good you want to eat him up.

Instead, you jolt like you’re about to lose the contents of your stomach.

Hands - both his and yours - dart out.  Yours grip the sticky booze-stained bartop;  his seize your elbows, steadying you easily.  You try to ignore the way his palms burn heat across your skin. 

“You okay?”  He says it so sweetly, as if he hadn’t just shattered your hopes and dreams into a million little pieces less than an hour ago.  He says it like he always does, with affection painting his words and stars in his eyes.  Even in the dim light, they’re mesmerizing, constellations swirling in his irises.

You have to make a conscious effort to tear your gaze away, redirecting your - admittedly fuzzy - stare to the speck of lint on his collar.  It honestly doesn’t help much, because like this, you can see the trail of ink that drifts past his neckline.  Swirls of black work that make up the roses that span his shoulders, capping each segment of bone prettily.  

He repeats himself when your silence stretches too long for his liking, a tattooed finger rising to tap gently along the ridge of your jaw, thumb sweeping just so across your chin.  “Hey, baby.  You good?”

A part of you wants to live in the way that sounds.  You’re a sucker for pet names and while you’ve heard this one once or twice (or a hundred times), it coils itself like a cobra around the organ in your chest, poised to ruin you.  One wrong move and you’d be paralyzed on the ground.

“What’re you doing here?”  You finally manage, tearing your roving eyes from the patterns you know lie beneath cloth.  

It’s not the smartest move - because you’re distracted by his stupid handsome face again.

“Well, you didn’t answer my text so I got worried.  Checked your Snapchat and saw you were here.”  It comes so nonchalantly, like he hadn’t just discovered you drowning your sorrows in cheap whiskey.  

“I didn’t answer your text?” 

You can see Yoongi lingering at the edge of your periphery, hand paused around a glass that he’s in the middle of passing off.  You wonder how crazy you must sound, or if you do at all.  Maybe just pathetic?  You don’t want to think about it too hard.  

“You said ‘hella’ to my confession!  What am I supposed to say back to that?”

“What’re you talking about?”  It’s Jungkook’s turn to take the title of village idiot, big doe eyes widening to the size of saucers.  You want to smack the expression off his face - would, too, if your heart didn’t also clench pitifully at the thought of hurting him.  

You think he might be backtracking when he retreats a hairsbreadth, releasing you in the same moment his other hand dives into the front of his too-tight black jeans.  The denim strains against his thighs, muscle and sinew flexing when he transfers his weight enough to allow him to yank his phone out of his pocket.  Said device is in your face in the next instant, glaringly bright screen making you shy away.  

Who the hell kept their brightness at 100%?

“Hey - look at this.”  He sounds stern as he continues to wave the sleek black iPhone before your eyes, seemingly unaware of the fact that you can’t damn well see a thing with him constantly moving it.

“Stop!”  You snap, finally, drink-addled hands snatching it out of his hands when he’s still twirling it like the most annoying wacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube man in existence. 

With the phone in your own two hands, you peer down at the screen, trying to make sense of what you’re looking at.  There’s definitely your last two texts - you cringe at the sight of them, blue bubbles bursting your own - but there’s a slew of others beneath it and they’re all delivered, the read receipt mocking you. 

You nearly yeet the phone across the room when, after two or three read-throughs, you grasp what he’s said.  “You want to date me?”  The words fumble on their way out, knocking into each other in a way that’s equal parts drunk-girl and stupefied-crush. 

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?”  He’s got that shit-eating grin of his lighting up his face, sweeping sunshine and daisies into every corner of his expression.  It’s at complete odds with the way his mouth twists and turns, flat of his cheek rounded by the tongue he presses into it.  You’re both awestruck and turned on all at once.  You feel like you might short circuit or maybe that you already have.

It’s the only explanation for the way you’re surging forward - because you’d never do it otherwise, unless you weren’t in control of your own stupid body - and all but throwing yourself against him.

As if he anticipates it, he receives you like a bed you’ve been away from for too long, broad palms sweeping across the backs of your thighs as you cling to him like a koala.  Your cheeks burn white hot and steeped in something - love, lust, a mixture of both - and you hum comfortably against the column of his throat.  The sound is returned tenfold, echoing from his cavernous chest like the happiest cat in the world.  It shakes your entire body, so closely pressed to him that you can feel every vibration that runs through all five feet, ten inches of him. 

“I’m guessing that’s a yes?”  His words lose themselves in your hair, breath warm against the shell of your ear as he squeezes you tight.

You give him his answer in the press of your mouth, parted and a little sloppy, more tongue and teeth than technique.  You swallow the laugh that builds, devouring it like a kid in a candy store with the intensity of your adoration.  “Hell-a yes.”

The way he grips you in response, laughter rolling off him in intoxicating waves - because you’d happily get drunk off the sound - fizzes excitement through your limbs. 

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”  Both of you know the answer to that question, the knowledge passing silently between you.  

You smirk;  Jungkook mirrors it.  He surges forward for another kiss and you’re meeting him halfway, slanting your mouth greedily across his.  He relents for the briefest moment - lets you savour the gentle brush of his lips, the soft pass of his tongue - before he’s taking all he can get.  He’s licking over your teeth, laving hotly across every inch in a way that makes your head spin.  

“Get a room!”  It comes from your right, somewhere just behind you. 

“We should take their advice, baby.”  He coos, breaking away just enough for you to gulp in lungfuls of air.  His lips are the prettiest shade of red, kiss swollen and slicked with spit.  

At any other time, you might be ashamed - you can only imagine how you look - but here and now, fueled by the knowledge of reciprocated love and the pleasant warmth of liquor, you couldn’t care less.  So you kiss the boy you love, eager and with hands trailing the expanse of his back.

“Let’s go.”

[kcscheii]

      * template credit.

      the mortal sun has risen and set a thousand thousand times, and HADES is yet bound to the earthly realm, the reincarnation loop continues. this time their mortal coil has taken the shape of MICHIEL HUISMAN, a human born on 13 JUNE, 1981, a GEMINI and named HENRY DILLINGER.

      with HADES’ consciousness tucked away from their own, they have NO indication of the complexity of who they are, and what they are, and that has only really served to add more confusion and questions. when, or even if, the barrier between the immortal HADES and the mortal HENRY is broken down, they will be able to harness the ability to COMMUNE WITH THE DEAD, TEMPORARILY RAISE THE DEAD TO LEAD THEM TO THEIR FINAL RESTING PLACE, AND BECOME INVISIBLE. until that day, as the GOD of THE UNDERWORLD, henry continues to unknowingly influence the world and be influenced by, the immortal being within them, manifesting in DREAMS LIKE PROPHECIES THAT SERVE AS MEMORIES OF THE UNDERWORLD IN PREVIOUS LIVES. 

      in the man time, HENRY is a CIS MAN using HE/HIS to define themselves, and is 40 years old. life goes on for them as most everyone else’s does; working at HOME as A SUCCESSFUL HORROR NOVELIST, and if HE can’t be found there, HE can usually be found at CLUB BACCHAE, ENJOYING THE MUSIC AND ATMOSPHERE. they are originally from AMSTELVEEN, NOORD HOLLAND, THE NETHERLANDS and they love live in HESPERIDES VILLAS with their CAT, BLACK BOMBAY & NORMAN. to date, HENRY has been on magnetic island for TWO YEARS.

basic information

full name: henry dillinger. nickname(s): none. age: forty (40). date of birth: june 13, 1981. hometown: amstelveen, noord holland, the netherlands. current location: magnetic island. ethnicity: dutch-ashkenazi jewish. nationality: dutch. gender: cis man. pronouns: he/his. orientation: heteromantic heterosexual. religion: jewish, nonpracticing. political affiliation: registered independent. occupation: horror novelist. living arrangements: a beautiful, modern-deco two-story villa in hesperides villas.  language(s) spoken: dutch, english.

physical appearance

face claim: michiel huisman. hair colour: dark brown, hints of salt and pepper throughout. eye colour: hazel, favoring greens & greys. height: 6′0″. weight: 180 lbs. build: athletic with lithe muscle. tattoos: none. piercings: none. scars: none of significance. clothing style: well-dressed. usually high-collar shirts and fitted blazers with dressier slacks and shoes, but occasionally he’ll flip back to old jeans and a flannel shirt ---usually on a lazy day. usual expression: neutral, with slight amusement glimmering his eyes, as if he knows a secret that you don’t. distinguishing characteristics: thick, well-kept hair. strong jaw, soft eyes.

health

physical ailments: none. neurological conditions: none. allergies: soy. sleeping habits: he tends to get about 7 hours of sleep a night, but he can operate decently on 5. eating habits: generally well-balanced. henry loves to cook so he shifts into various different food cultures when he has the spare time to try new things out. but he tends to be more healthy with his meals, as a whole. exercise habits: he works out every single morning (upper body and abdominal) while he waits for his coffee to brew and catches up on the news. henry also runs every other day (or every three if he’s busy with work) and hits the gym twice a week for weight training. he doesn’t push himself to be brawny, but enjoys keeping himself in shape. emotional stability: about 8/10. he’s socially awkward and anxious most times and tends to avoid situations that call for him to be more social. sociability: 5/10. he does not like socializing but he will when he needs to. he’s incredibly charming when he has to socialize for work —or any other instance where he needs to be … which earns him at least half. he’s also very social around those he’s comfortable with, or typically enjoys being around. body temperature: average, if not slightly warmer. addictions: caffeine - he needs at least a cup every day to stave off the headache. drug use: none. alcohol use: socially, or at least a beer a night to wind down.

personality

label: type 6 - the skeptic. positive traits: calm, charismatic, disciplined, intelligent, loyal, organized, patient, skillful, thorough, witty. negative traits: aloof, calculating, disconnected, faithless, ignorant, nihilistic, private, self-indulgent, stubborn, tense. goals/desires: to marry his fiancée in earnest and live out the rest of his days with her. fears: he’s not fond of spiders, but i wouldn’t call it a fear. hobbies: playing piano, cramming sci-fi & horror films, running / working out, small tasks around the house (fixing things up, he likes to use his hands). habits: chews lip and inside of cheek when bored or nervous. palms his beard often, and runs his fingers through his hair.

favourites

weather: overcast, enough for a light jacket and the possible threat of rain. colour: dark green and other variants thereof. music: synthwave and other edm variants. movies: horror (thrillers/psychological) and science fiction horror. sport: heney does not like sports. beverage: twining’s earl grey tea or whiskey. food: a nice rare steak. he’s also incredibly fond of latin food. animal: cats.

family

father: isaak dillinger (deceased). mother: elsje dillinger (deceased). sibling(s): none. children: none. pet(s): one small black cat named norman (bates). family’s financial status: growing up his family was very middle class. henry himself lives comfortably upper class.

extra

zodiac sign: gemini. mbti: isfp-t. enneagram: type 6 - the skeptic. temperament: melancholic. hogwarts house: ravenclaw. moral alignment: neutral good. primary vice: envy or lust. primary virtue: diligence. element: earth.

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m a r k comes home and you’re in for a long night of pleasure.

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i n c l u d e s ; overstimulation, slapping

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after seeing m a r k’s criminal dance cover, you just have to have a taste of him.

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i n c l u d e s ; make out, grinding, blowjob

01:44

after a dare to make out with your best friend m a r k, you do more than just kiss.

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i n c l u d e s ; alcohol consumption, making out and grinding in front of other people, unprotected sex

20:14

it doesn’t matter how many times you’ve orgasmed, m a r k still wants a sweet taste of you.

bf!mark ; r

i n c l u d e s ; overstimulation, praise kink, female receiving oral, fingering

15:21

you absolutely hate the skirt you’ve made for your project and want to throw it away, but m a r k has some other ideas before you make that decision.

bf!mark, fashion designer student!reader ; r — 1 0 0 0 ; ☆

i n c l u d e s ; angst if you squint, slight manhandling, fingering, mentions of overstimulation

r e n j u n

d r a b b l e s

thank me later

bf!renjun

coming soon

b l u r b s

00:42

only fools fall for r e n j u n, and you're the biggest one yet.

ex-bf!renjun ; ☆

i n c l u d e s ; toxic relationship

00:08

kissing jeno’s fingers has r e n j u n’s fingers around your neck in seconds.

bf+brat tamer!renjun ; r

i n c l u d e s ; kind of jealousy, hand kink, breath play (choking)

16:08

you never know when to keep quiet, so r e n j u n decides to do something in the moment to shut you up.

bf!renjun ; r

i n c l u d e s ; kinda bimbofication, degradation, breath play (choking)

j e n o

o n e s h o t s

first tattoo

j e n o hearts your tattoo just as much as you do.

bf+idol!jeno ; 2.4k

i n c l u d e s ; reader having a tattoo, tattoo kink, finger sucking, nipple play, fingering, praising, f oral, doggy style, over stimulation, cream pie, soft dom!jeno

b l u r b s

17:11

you and j e n o are never alone in the dorms when you want to have sex, that’s why when j a e m i n enters the room accidentally you just carry on with the act.

bf+idol!jeno, ft idol!jaemin ; r ; ☆

i n c l u d e s ; getting caught, slight exhibitionism

20:44

weddings always have j e n o feel some type of way, but when you confess you’d can’t wait for your own wedding with him, he just has to have you.

bf!idol ; r

i n c l u d e s ; alcohol consumption, fingering, subspace

h a e c h a n

o n e s h o t s

manicure

it all started when h a e c h a n thought your question of ‘what colour should i get my nails painted?’ was innocent. well, he was very, very wrong when you started sending him pictures and videos of what your newly painted nails were doing to yourself.

bf!au ; 3.7k ; ☆

i n c l u d e s ; mentions of a threesome, mentions of choking, sexting, phone sex, f+m masturbation, handjob, blowjob, taking pictures, unprotected sex

b l u r b s

02:35

you wake up to the sound of rain...and h a e c h a n’s pretty whimpers.

bf!haechan

i n c l u d e s ; handjob, riding

20:35

h a e c h a n edges you for the entire evening, and when you think he’s going to be nice, he’s not.

bully dom!haechan ; r

i n c l u d e s ; edging, degradation

12:23

after a long shift at the hospital, you find yourself with your legs spread and h a e c h a n in between them.

doctor+rival!haechan ; r ; ☆

i n c l u d e s ; creampie

11:47

your study session with h a e c h a n in the school library turns into a different kind of session.

bad boy!haechan ; r ; ☆

i n c l u d e s ; corruption kink, finger sucking, public sex

14:26

seeing h a e c h a n for the first time after your break up was fun, especially when you gave him a show of what he missed out on.

ex!haechan ; r

i n c l u d e s ; riding

19:18 ☾ bf+dom!haechan ; r ☽

h a e c h a n is very quick to call you his dumb little slut because he knows how much you love it.

bf+dom!haechan ; r

i n c l u d e s ; bimbofication, name calling, edging

22:55

you love the costume that h a e c h a n puts on for you; from the tips of his bunny ears all the way to his cotton tail.

bf!haechan ; ☆

i n c l u d e s ; dom!reader, sub!haechan, playboy bunny!haechan

22:02

h a e c h a n wants to try cock warming, he just doesn’t expect his roommate to walk in whilst you do so.

bf+idol!haechan ; r

i n c l u d e s ; cock warming

01:34

you and h a e c h a n decides it’s the perfect time for a quickie at a house party in j a e m i n’s room, he just didn’t think his friend would be so kinky.

bf!haechan, college!au ; r — 1 0 0 0 ; ☆

i n c l u d e s ; sensory deprivation (blindfold), riding, getting caught

j a e m i n

b l u r b s

18:27

telling j a e m i n he could wake you up with sex was the best way to be woken up by someone you loved.

bf!jaemin ; ☆

i n c l u d e s ; consented somnophilia, female receiving oral

23:12

once you tell j a e m i n you want to have sex without a condom, he’s suddenly keen on throwing out the box.

bf!jaemin ; r ; ☆

i n c l u d e s ; unprotected sex, implied breeding kink, creampie, cum play, size kink, fingering

m u l t i p l e  m e m b e r s

o n e s h o t s

just two suckers — n o h y u c k

bf!jeno

coming soon

r e a c t i o n s  &  m t l / m l t

find h e r e

h a r d  a s k s

find h e r e

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[graffitiskies]

━♡ guess the 26 year old july baby just arrived to dallyeog! it makes sense, because jeon yooseul is just as wild as the month of july. wait, why do they remind me of bae suji? beyond that, they seemed audacious and impartial upon first glance. i heard someone say they’re sort of stormful and brusque though. i hope they get acquainted here in complex #3 / apartment #0722 / floor # 2 ; she seems to have a lot going on with her job as a rideshare driver.

tw: missing persons

hey everyone!!!! ;u; i’m so glad to be joining you at this ungodly hour (it’s literally after 4am here SMH!!) but hey when the muse hits you IT HITS YOU LIKE A CINDERBLOCK and i for one love when i get a weird burst of sudden muse for a new character hehe :> anyways, that character would be jeon yooseul, a somewhat asocial rideshare driver who’s been living at dallyeog for about a year now :0 pretty much all the info i have for her is below, but in case you’d rather not read a big stretch of text all together, here’s some individual page links: x, x & x :)

profile / stats basic

full name - jeon yooseul nickname/s - yoo, yoojwi ( from her aunt due to her quiet nature ) age - twenty six dob - 07/22/1994 gender identity - cis female orientation/s - pansexual / demiromantic blood type - o born - gyeonggi-do, south korea  grew up - pohang, south korea nationality - korean occupation: rideshare driver languages: korean, conversational japanese, very basic english

personality

label - the thunderstorm traits - audacious, stormful, impartial, brusque, enigmatic, aloof aesthetics - long drives with no destination, concealed crying fits, lonely shadow puppets on the wall in the waning sun, wind and raindrops in your hair, smudged lip balm, beat up messenger bags, the jingling of keys, continental drift, being left on read western horoscope - cancer chinese zodiac - dog alignment - chaotic neutral mbti - the logician ( intp-t ) enneagram - the philosopher ( 5w4 ) disc type - the architect ( Dc )

appearance

fc - bae su-ji ( bae suzy ) hair - deep brown and usually worn naturally, with little effort put in. eye color - black build - slender clothing style - simple, aimless - lots of blacks, earth tones and neutrals. owns a few leather jackets. piercings - both ears in multiple places tattoos - a small heart on her left ring finger, a heart topped with a cross on lower part of the back of her neck

familial ties

mother - jeon hyesun ( status unknown ) father - jeon soonil ( status unknown ) siblings - younger brother jeon yoohwan ( 20, currently in university ) aunt - im darae ( 49, living in pohang ) uncle - im jongho ( 52, living in pohang )

biography

yooseul was born in the muggy, oppressive heat of july to two very kind, yet very naive people. they were both young; barely 19 when they had yooseul, and were in no position to take care of a child. however, they still took on the challenge, as it was simply the kind of people they were.

while the pair meant well, they were always leaving yooseul with her aunt and uncle before traipsing off on another adventure. they loved traveling the world doing all kinds of thrilling, but reckless activities. climbing infamous mountain peaks, visiting the sites of active volcanos, boating down the amazon river with scarce supplies. the little girl would overhear pieces of arguments between her aunt & uncle and her parents. yooseul’s aunt and uncle tended to look out for her even more than her parents did, and were adamant that all the traveling was actively harming yooseul’s development. her mother and father remained steadfast that their daughter wouldn’t even remember this stretch of her life, due to how young she was.

when yooseul’s brother was born, everyone was a bit hopeful that yooseul’s parents would slow down with their jet-setting lifestyle, but if anything, it seemed to kick them into high gear. it was as though having a second child made them feel as though the clock were ticking on their lives, and off they were again on another adrenaline rush.

as yooseul grew enough to truly comprehend and lament her parents’ absence, it was only then that they seemed to finally understand the effect they were having. then again, anyone would probably start listening when their young child is on their knees, begging and crying with an intensity of someone’s whose heart was truly breaking. the trips slowed to a crawl and became every once in a while, rather than every other weekend. yooseul grew passive about them by age seven, as they were so infrequent, so when her parents told her they’d be going on a hiking trip to the south korean evergreen forests, she honestly didn’t think much of it.

she hadn’t seen her aunt and uncle in months, and she and her brother could fly kites in their spacious garden. it was a handful of positives, or so yooseul thought. ( tw begins here ) the days stretched on at their house, and it seemed to be taking a bit longer for her parents to return than she’d anticipated. she could tell something may have been wrong by the hushed conversations her aunt and uncle had, coupled with teary phone calls to people that yooseul couldn’t seem to make out.

she learned the truth while eavesdropping on a news story about her parents; apparently they had gone out hiking as planned, but they had never returned back to the hotel they were staying at. several searches had been conducted in the forest, but only scant, inconclusive traces of the couple were found.

as she was just a child, yooseul knew only hope. her parents would come back one day. why wouldn’t they? they’d been hiking before. they knew what they were doing. days turned into months, and optimism turned into doubt. the evergreen forests were so large and covered so much ground - and who knew if they were even still in there?

( end of tw ) her aunt and uncle did what they could for her and her brother, as the two had gained custody of the children due to their frequent care of them. while her brother was able to develop at a relatively normal pace, yooseul withdrew inside of herself for the most part. the hope she had once known had shifted into stinging pessimism. she loved the family she had left of course, but she was terrible at opening up about what she was feeling, and she was so reluctant for people to see any weakness in her. she had to be the strong one, and it was so much easier to be strong when you let emotions roll off your back entirely.

yooseul had difficult focusing on the things that went on around her, especially in school. she never really made socializing a priority, and her grades were abysmal. it was honestly a wonder that she graduated at all, but her aunt and uncle didn’t want her to be without a secondary diploma, so they refused to let her fall back irretrievably far.

trying to enter the workforce was even worse. she’d sworn off university, and all the small trade jobs she got never seemed to last more than a couple of months, mostly due to her lack of interest. she simply drifted from one meaningless wad of money to the next, either saving it up in a jar for goals she didn’t have or slipping it into her aunt’s purse when she’d refuse to take it directly.

having no prospects might have seemed like a downer of a life to live, but yooseul didn’t really think of things in those terms - she was solely focused on existing in whatever moment she was in and doing whatever she wanted to do. after her aunt and uncle surprised her with a fairly nice kia k8 (as they knew it was something she’d never buy for herself), she leaned into late night drives for comfort. there was something about being alone, feeling the wind ruffling through your hair, some mindless song on the radio recorded solely to push false emotions, watching the lines on the road come at you like knives when you push the limits of the car’s engine. it felt free.

after hearing word of a new rideshare app launching from her uncle, yooseul decided to apply to be a driver. she had nothing else going on at the moment, and those late night drives she enjoyed so much could actually make her some money.

she’s been doing it for a few years now and enjoys it as much as yooseul can enjoy something. the social aspect of it can be a bit awkward, so she loves nothing more than when her passenger keeps their face locked on their phone in silence. she’s since moved out of her aunt and uncle’s place and intro her own apartment at dallyeog. she figured it was finally time to move on, as her brother was now entering college and hadn’t really needed any help taking care of for some time now. maybe, deep down, she’d stuck around so long for sentimental reasons, but she’d never ever admit that.

wanted connections ( first come first serve )

anniversary of an uninteresting event ( open ) - yooseul never talks about it, but y/m saw the story about her parents on some exploitative talk show where they launched a ton of conspiracy theories about what happened. you want to set the record straight, but she doesn’t really wanna hear it.

be quiet and drive ( open ) - y/m orders a ride from yooseul with no set destination in mind. they’ve just had a really awful day and want to zoom through the city towards the sunset without looking back. lucky for them, that is just yooseul’s vibe.

needles and pins ( open ) - y/m and yooseul knew eachother before she moved into dallyeog, possibly even dating back to childhood. they actually know her better than most of the people she’s around now, which makes her mighty uncomfortable. she feels as if they hold some sort of key to a past she thought she’d locked away forever.

cherry waves ( open ) - nobody knows how y/m and yooseul came together, but every time they come into contact, they both immediately lose themselves. sitting on the beaches of busan with a bottle of whiskey, tiptoeing on the edge of dallyeog’s rooftop hand in hand, or ending up a tangled mess of flushed skin and kiss-swollen lips in the back of yooseul’s car; wherever they are, time doesn’t seem to exist.

battle axe ( open ) - yooseul can be a little abrasive when she’s irritated, and maybe that’s why y/m likes pushing her buttons so much. maybe they just like to challenge her attitude of not caring about anything. 

passenger ( open ) - somehow, every time y/m orders from the rideshare app, they end up with yooseul as their driver. it’s not that she doesn’t get them there safely and on time, but she can be...rather scary. maybe all it would take is a few conversations, and they’d see she’s not so bad, and maybe even bump up her rating to three stars?

hole in the earth ( open ) - yooseul did the unthinkable when she and y/m were together a few years ago: she actually opened up. she told them things she never thought she’d tell anyone, and y/m didn’t really understand the weight of that decision for her, betraying her trust. seeing y/m again now is just reopening old wounds and pouring on the salt.

digital bath ( open ) - for whatever reason, it is way easier for yooseul to have lengthier conversations over texts, snaps and other various digital means of communication. perhaps it’s not having to see the person’s reaction in real-time and therefor not having to process any of her own emotions. y/m is one of the only people who actually indulges her on this, and now they have become somewhat friendly as a result.

this is all i have for the moment, but i am v enthusiastic about brainstorming things based on chemistry and character traits or of course scooping up one of your open plots! 

[sgmwesters]

╰ ❛ 💉 — › camila mendes. cis woman. she/her. . ╯ have you met larissa sousa yet ? this twenty six year old scorpio has been living in the seattle area for one year. she makes a living as a cardio nurse, which is best suited for their self-assured, amorous, bitchy, and hot-headed personality. bad girls by m.i.a is one of their favorite songs, and they’re written by em, 25, gmt, she/her, no triggers

B A S I C   I N F O R M A T I O N

full name: larissa eva sousa.

nickname(s): lara.

age: twenty six (26).

date of birth: 28 october 1994, scorpio.

hometown: raleigh, north carolina.

current location: seattle, washington.

ethnicity: brazilian-american.

nationality: american.

gender: cis woman.

pronouns: she/her.

orientation: again ?? all will be revealed ??

religion: christian.

political affiliation: democrat.

occupation: cardio nurse.

living arrangements: lives with sam bello.

language(s) spoken: english, portuguese (fluent).

accent: none.

P H Y S I C A L    A P P E A R A N C E

face claim: camila mendes.

hair color: brown.

eye color: brown.

height: 5 ft 2.

weight: 108lbs.

build: slim, athletic.

tattoos: none.

piercings: ears x3.

clothing style: scrubs, if at home then sweats, but when she makes an effort she brings it.

usual expression: a smile.

distinguishing characteristics: birth mark on the back of her left leg.

H E A L T H

physical ailments: mild arrhythmia.

neurological conditions: suffers from depression.

allergies: none.

sleeping habits: with other people usually.

eating habits: a lot of pasta, mostly cooked in bulk for the week.

exercise habits: attends spin classes when she can, but usually only makes it once a week.

emotional stability: sits at about a seven but could be knocked to a two from the wrong coffee order.

sociability: would flirt with a tree.

body temperature: runs a little warm.

addictions: none.

drug use: none (any more).

alcohol use: often.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

positive traits: self-assured, amorous.

negative traits: bitchy, hot-headed.

fears: car crashes.

F A V O U R I T E S

weather: she’d say it’s the sun, but she secretly enjoys the rain.

colour: pink.

music: whatever is in the top on spotify.

movies: horror.

sport: beer pong.

beverage: water, or rum.

food: lasagne.

animal: panda.

H E A D C A N O N S

larissa was born as the only child to first generation brazilian immigrants, and is very proud of her heritage, taking the time to speak in portuguese where she can in order to maintain it.

larissa lost her mother at a young age. her mother, also a nurse, had been driving home from the hospital in the early hours of new years day after a long shift, where she was hit by a drunk driver. this has always stayed with larissa, and is part of what pushed her into nursing herself.

growing up, larissa and her father were not close. he had to work more hours than possible in a day following her mother’s death, and as such the two barely saw one another.

this strained relationship and lack of structure had larissa hanging out with those her father would consider the ‘wrong crowd’. she started partaking in recreational drugs, for no reason other than the attention the others gave her when she agreed to do it.

one evening and a couple of pills into the night, larissa started having chest pains. she collapsed, and one of the friends she was with had the right idea to call an ambulance. a series of tests later revealed that larissa had a mild arrhythmia, and the increasing use of drugs had caused her heart to beat out of rhythm.

assured by the doctors that this was only mild, and after a stern talking to with her father, larissa had to buck up her ideas and focus on what she knew she was meant to be doing: nursing school.

upon graduation larissa moved to florida to attend a nursing school there, it not taking her long to decide that cardio was where her skills were best suited.  she knew the ins and outs from her own experiences, and figured that would only help with her patient care.

while she worked to become a nurse, she met sam bello, and once she found out sam was moving to seattle it didn’t take long for her to decide to follow suit.

2 0 2 1    U P D A T E S

we all know larissa’s heart went bang and she went back home in order to be cared for by her dad and her aunt. she thought that this would make things easier on their relationships, being close together, and it did for a while. as soon as she started making a better recovery though, the cracks started showing again. 

larissa made the decision to come back to seattle. she was always happier there, it’s where sam was, and it just made sense for her to be close to those who had always been there for her in the past. she’s back as a nurse in the cardio ward, but has altered duties as not to over-exert herself.

so anyway yeah she’s back <3

W A N T E D    C O N N E C T I O N S / P L O T S

what if i said i wanted a dramatic ex to lovers would you give it to me would you

we all know larissa was a pretty laid back gal in the romance department so gimme old hookups/exes nothing serious probably just oncall rooms from before her heart went bang

the big brother figure that garrett was gonna be when he was here <3